Golden Bride Novels & Stories

I sometimes think this is a new tradition brought in recently with mates getting married as once you’re marked you have a bond for life and this is normally only broken when one of the pair dies, but this has been changed again with more mate pairs rejecting each other either from the beginning or when they no longer want to be with the other person later down the line. “Are you happy? Was this everything you wanted My Queen?” Ryder whispered in my ear, I was able to just about hear him over the music that was playing during the reception, but with him being so close sent shivers down my spine. “I’m very happy My King and this was a perfect day, the crown is perfect thank you.” I replied, ge

She looked up, and was glad to see that his wound had already healed. They walked across the small bridge, crossing the river Arno for Florence. “The Ponte Vecchio,” Blake said. Caitlin looked over at him. He looked happy and content, in his element. “It is known as ‘the gold bridge.’ See the merchants? All the little tables? This is where they sell gold. The finest gold in all of Europe. It is not only the entry bridge to Florence, but it also happens to be the place to come for jewelry.” As they strolled across the bridge, offering an incredible view of the water and the city, Caitlin looked closely: small tables lined the bridge, around which stood merchants and customers, all examining v

“Give me the Bridal Gold Set! The one worth 15,000! I’ve got the money for it anyway!” The Bridal Gold Set consisted of a gold necklace, a gold bracelet, and a gold ring. It was a popular jewelry set for middle-class brides, though a set amounting to 15,000 would be considered rather hefty by common folks. The necklace weighed more than 100 grams, consisted of three loops, and each loop got progressively longer until the last one ended with a nice floral pendant. It was a pleasant gift. Worth its price too.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

While defending herself, Laurel accidentally saw the expression on Harriet's face. And instantly, she felt her hairs stand on ends looking at the woman's warm and gentle gaze, which didn't change a bit from usual. Even in front of this kind of chaos, the woman decided that it wasn't enough to show an expression other than her default warm and reserved face. Laurel then understood why she felt so annoyed with Harrie Gold. It was because she couldn't be compared to her. Harrie Gold, or Harriet Goldlane, was a noblewoman who grew up in the capital and had been the leader of her noble clan since she was 18 years old.

One thing Roxanne liked and hated about being dragged into a mare's nest and a world of dementia in Blood Moon pack were the elegant and elaborate ball parties they threw, where the champions looked their best and Roxie got to feel beautiful and a princess. Just like the other girls, Roxie was dressed pretty, in a glamorously red gown that flowed to the floor, her hair was done and her makeup was nicely touched by Bloom who fortunately didn't bake her face with too much makeup, unlike the other girls who looked like they had eaten up makeup and was overly dressed.

Don muttered almost growing impatient with the priest unending words as he stared at the tip of his bride's gown. The priest repeated the same vow to Lillian and she looked at her father for a moment in the small congregation that gathered. She took her gaze back to the man in front of her and closed her eyes for a while. Remembering her promise, she opened her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She said simply. They both exchanged rings. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The priest said. Don unveiled her even before the priest could finish as he moved his face closer to hers making Lillian move hers backward. Was he trying to kiss her? Over her dead body would she all

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She opened her mouth to speak but I didn't notice that and spoke over her. “Will you marry me Miss Odessa Vale?” She closed her mouth slowly and stared at the diamond ring in front of her. “Oh shit, I didn't kneel” I quickly got on one knee. The whole restaurant was staring, people were bringing their phones out to record. Silly me had forgotten how famous we were. She kept staring at the ring and at me. The silence was getting uncomfortable and I was ready to take whatever answer she gave. “Yes, yes I'll marry you Ricardo” she slid her fingers into the ring I was holding, with a beautiful wide smile.

Luxury vehicles lined the circular driveway , blacked-out SUVs, a silver Maybach, one blood-red motorcycle parked alone. As I stepped through the automated doors, cooled air hit my face, and the faint sound of classical music poured from the in-wall speakers. A shadow intercepted me — Yanila. The eldest daughter. Queen of Cruelty. “There you are,” she sneered. “What? Still playing in the woods like a feral child?” I didn’t reply. I just kept my head down. My shoulders still throbbed from being slammed against a tree. “You need to get ready for the gala. You’re meeting your betrothed tonight.”